شغْليmy preoccupation عنfrom الرّبعthe deserted dwelling أنto أُسائلَهI question it
شغْلي عن الرّبع أن أُسائلَه
وأنand to أطيلَI prolong البُكاءthe weeping فيover خَلَقِهْits decay
وأن أطيلَ البُكاء في خَلَقِهْ
I am kept from questioning the deserted dwelling,
My preoccupation from the quarters is to ask about them
My preoccupation keeps me from questioning the campsite,
And from prolonging my weeping over its decay,
And to prolong weeping in their presence
Or prolonging my weeping over its worn traces.
بالسجنby imprisonment والقيدand fetters والحديدand iron وماand what
بالسجن والقيد والحديد وما
يُنقضُclatters عندupon القيامrising منfrom حلَقِهْits links
يُنقضُ عند القيام من حلَقِهْ
By prison, fetters, iron, and what
With prison, shackles, iron and what
Consumed by prison, shackles, and iron, and the sound
Clatters from its links whenever I rise.
Would be removed at the time of standing from its ring
Of rings that clank whenever I attempt to rise.
فيamong كلevery لصٍّthief إذاwhenever خلوتُI am alone بهwith him
في كل لصٍّ إذا خلوتُ به
حدَّثhe tells عنof جحدهhis denial وعنand of سرَقِهْhis theft
حدَّث عن جحده وعن سرَقِهْ
Among thieves, whenever I am alone with one,
In every thieves when I was alone with him
Surrounded by every thief who, when I am alone with him,
He tells of his denial and his theft.
He talked about his unbelief and about his theft
Speaks only of his denials and his thievery.
لوif خُلقتhad been created رجلهhis leg كهامتهlike his head
لو خُلقت رجله كهامته
إذاًthen لبارىhe would rival البُزاةَthe hawks فيin طلَقِهْhis sprint
إذاً لبارى البُزاةَ في طلَقِهْ
Had his leg been created like his head,
If his leg was created like his worry
If his feet were fashioned to match his cunning head,
He would then rival the hawks in his sprint.
Then he would have surpassed the spies in their speed
He would surely race the falcons in his escape.
بدّلتI was made to exchange جيرانهits neighbors وبِلْيتهand its decay
بدّلت جيرانه وبِلْيته
فيin خطّa written line كفّthe hand الأميرof the emir منfrom ورَقِهْhis paper
في خطّ كفّ الأمير من ورَقِهْ
I was made to exchange its neighbors and its decay,
I changed his neighbors and his afflictions
I have exchanged my neighbors and my ordeal
By a line from the emir's hand upon his paper.
In the line of the prince's palm from his paper
For the stroke of the Prince’s palm upon his parchment.
ياO أيهاyou السيدthe lord الهمامthe valiant أباAbu الal- (the)
يا أيها السيد الهمام أبا ال
عباسAbbas والمستعاذُand he from whom refuge is sought منfrom حَنَقِهْhis wrath
عباس والمستعاذُ من حَنَقِهْ
O valiant lord, Abu al-
O the honorable master, Abu Al-Abbas, and the one seeking refuge from his wrath
O gallant master, Abu al-Abbas,
Abbas—and you from whose wrath refuge is sought!
I mean the prince, who by his awe
You from whose wrath one seeks refuge;
أعنيI mean الأميرthe emir الذيwho لهيبتهfrom awe of him
أعني الأمير الذي لهيبته
يخفقpounds قلبthe heart الرضيعof the infant فيin خِرَقِهْits swaddling rags
يخفق قلب الرضيع في خِرَقِهْ
I mean the emir, for awe of whom
The heart of the infant flutters in its wrap
I mean the Prince, for whose imposing awe
The infant's heart pounds in its swaddling rags.
The one who shows justice among his subjects
The heart of the infant trembles within his swaddle.
المظهرthe one manifesting العدلjustice فيamong رعيتهhis subjects
المظهر العدل في رعيته
والمعتدىand assailing حلمهhis forbearance علىagainst نزقِهْhis rashness
والمعتدى حلمه على نزقِهْ
Who makes justice manifest among his subjects,
And the transgressor, his patience on his annoyance
He who manifests justice among his subjects,
And whose forbearance assails his rashness.
When I examined him, I saw for him
Whose clemency prevails over his sudden anger.
لماwhen تأملتهI contemplated him رأيتI saw لهbelonging to him
لما تأملته رأيت له
مجداًglory تضلُّlose their way الصفاتdescriptions فيin طرقِهْits paths
مجداً تضلُّ الصفات في طرقِهْ
When I contemplated him, I saw he possessed
Glories in which attributes go astray in its ways
When I gazed upon him, I beheld a glory
A glory in whose paths descriptions lose their way.
I looked from his nature to the king
In whose vast paths all descriptions go astray.
نظرتI looked منthrough طبعهhis disposition إلىtoward ملكa king
نظرت من طبعه إلى ملك
يغضىlower their eyes حماةthe defenders الشآمof al-Sham منbecause of خُلُقِهْhis character
يغضى حماة الشآم من خُلُقِهْ
Through his disposition I beheld a king,
Protectors of Damascus frown from his ethics
I saw within his nature a kingly spirit,
Whose character makes al-Sham's defenders lower their eyes.
If you do not see his bloodshed with his power
Before whose character the guardians of Syria lower their gaze.
لوif ماwhat ترىyou see سفكهits shedding بقدرتهin proportion to his power
لو ما ترى سفكه بقدرته
كانwould be دمthe blood العالمينof all mankind فيupon عنقِهْhis neck
كان دم العالمين في عنقِهْ
If what you see him shed were proportionate to his power,
The blood of both worlds would be in his neck
Were it not for the blood he sheds by his power,
All mankind's blood would be upon his neck.
O you when the imam denied through him
The blood of all the worlds would hang upon his neck.
ياO منyou who إذاwhen استنكرgrows fearsome الإمامthe imam بهthrough him
يا من إذا استنكر الإمام به
ماتdie جميعall الأنامhumankind منfrom فرقِهْfear of him
مات جميع الأنام من فرقِهْ
O you, when the imam grows fearsome through you,
All the people died of his separation
O you, whom if the Imam employs in his displeasure,
All humankind dies of dread of you.
Every day he moves to a work
All of mankind would perish from sheer terror.
فيon كلevery يومday يسرىtravels by night إلىto عملٍa province
في كل يوم يسرى إلى عملٍ
فيamid عسكرan army لاnot يُرىis seen سوىexcept حدقِهْits eyes
في عسكر لا يُرى سوى حدقِهْ
Every day he travels by night to a province,
In an army that is seen only its pupils
Each day he marches forth to some great deed,
With an army whose eyes alone are visible.
The ground burns from his lightnings
Amidst an army where nothing is seen but eyes.
تشتعلblazes الأرضthe earth منfrom بوارقهits lightning-flashes
تشتعل الأرض من بوارقه
ناراًas fire وتنبوand glance off السيوفthe swords عنfrom درَقِهْits shields
ناراً وتنبو السيوف عن درَقِهْ
The earth blazes from its lightning-flashes,
Fire, and the swords shine from his armors
The earth ignites from the lightning of his steel
With fire, and swords glance off its shields.
The heat has affected his beauty
Into fire, and swords glance harmlessly off his shield.
قدindeed أثّرhas marked القيظthe summer heat فيon محاسنهhis handsome features
قد أثّر القيظ في محاسنه
وفاحand wafted ريحthe fragrance العبيرof perfume منfrom عرقِهْhis sweat
وفاح ريح العبير من عرقِهْ
The summer heat has marked his handsome features,
And the smell of musk has come out from his sweat
Though the summer heat has marked his fair features,
And perfume's fragrance has wafted from his sweat.
It is as if the sun has not visited a country
The fragrance of ambergris still wafts from his sweat.
كأنّماas though الشمسthe sun لمdid not تزرvisit بلداًa land
كأنّما الشمس لم تزر بلداً
فيon الأرضthe earth إلّاunless طلعتَyou rose فيon أُفُقِهْits horizon
في الأرض إلّا طلعتَ في أُفُقِهْ
As though the sun had visited no land
In the land except you have risen on its horizon
It is as if the sun never visited a land
On earth without your rising on its horizon.
Oh owner of the Emir, in the man
Upon this earth, unless you rose within its horizon.
اللَهGod! (an appeal) ياO ذاthis الأميرemir فيconcerning رجلa man
اللَه يا ذا الأمير في رجل
لمdid not تبقyou leave منof جسمهhis body سوىexcept رمقِهْhis remnant of life
لم تبق من جسمه سوى رمقِهْ
For God's sake, O emir, show mercy to a man
Nothing remained of his body but his breath
For God's sake, O Prince, have mercy on a man
Of whose body you have left nothing but a remnant of life.
How much the light of dawn hoped for you tomorrow
Of whose body nothing remains but a dying breath.
كمhow many ضوءlight صبحof morning رجاكhe hoped for your help فيon غدهits morrow
كم ضوء صبح رجاك في غده
وجنحand the onset ليلof night دعاكhe called upon you فيin غَسقِهْits gloom
وجنح ليل دعاك في غَسقِهْ
How often in morning light he hoped for your help on the morrow,
And the wing of night called upon you in its darkness
How often the light of dawn hoped for you in its morrow,
And at nightfall called upon you in its gloom!
He called upon you from a whirlpool to save him
And the wing of night called out to you in its dusk.
ناداكhe called to you منfrom لجّةdeep waters لتنقذهso you might save him
ناداك من لجّة لتنقذه
منfrom بعدafter مالاwhen not يشكُّhe doubts فيabout غرقِهْhis drowning
من بعد مالا يشكُّ في غرقِهْ
He called to you from deep waters, that you might save him,
From drowning, of which he does not doubt in his drowning
He cried out to you from the depths to save him,
After he had no doubt that he was drowning.
When he no longer doubted he was sure to drown.
Partial English translation: 37 of 38 Arabic lines translated.
Sol 6.1